“It’s hard to put into words, isn’t it?” Gabriel gently offered, reading my energy, knowing I’d been intending to write about our story for over a week and was struggling to find the right threads to follow. I hadn’t said a word about what was moving inside me. He simply knew because he knows me (and parts of me) so well after all these years. I melted into soft tears, just letting him in. Letting us in. Even after all these years of loving each other, separating, returning,

Beloved Inner Masculine, I see you. I have always seen you. I know the weight you have carried through lifetimes…the armor you forged to guard her softness, the judgments you wielded to keep her “safe,” the sacrifices you made to provide what you thought she could not find on her own.

Yesterday I connected to my inner masculine who didn’t realize that he was feeling unacknowledged and not appreciated in the way he needed.

𝙸𝚗 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝙸’𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚕.